Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1822.pdf/103



And like a nest in the chesnut's shade, As just for love and contentment made, A little cottage stood, and the tree Shadowed it over most gracefully; A white rose grew up beside the door, The porch with the blossoms was covered o'er; Methought it was your's—you were standing by: You welcomed me, and I felt your sigh Warm on my cheek, and our lips met,— On mine the touch is thrilling yet! But, alas! I awakened, and all I can do Is to tell the sweet dream, my own Love, to you!